The Stars Have Eyes ✓

Ch-19 The Stars Have Eyes

Albert was shouting at the top of his lungs.

“Three of you, what have you done to the whole house?”

The floor was painted red with the sauce scattered all over it. Fruits and vegetables were floating in the water. Their expensive shoes were all ruined with water and sauce.

“We were playing tag, Albert uncle.” Faaz smiled.

But this time even his beloved Faazi's innocent looks couldn't control Albert's anger. He hates it when someone creates obstacles in his job. This house was his job. And they just ruined it in their childish banter. And now he was not going spare them. They will have to face his wrath.

Albert removed his apron and picked up the broom lying on the floor.

Faaz, Fazaan, and Bilal looked guiltily at him. Now he'll have to clean the mess they created. Their heads hung low in embarrassment.

However, three of them shrieked out when the very same broom hit them. All of a sudden, Jackie Chan entered Albert's body and he began hitting the three musketeers creating hullabaloo in the house.

“Albert uncle, what are you doing!?” Fazaan shrieked out.

This was the second time he was being subjected to a beating session. First was when Yara mistook him for Faaz and beat the hell out of his knees. And now, the second time, when Albert is beating the entire hell out of his poor body. He needs to shift back to his place to save himself from these beating sessions.

“I am cleaning the mess out of your brain,” Albert replied.

And yeah, he only stopped when he started panting.

The trio got a good lesson.

Never create a mess in the house while fighting. Simply shoot each other.

★★★

Punjabi songs were blaring in the background. Youngsters were lost in the rhythm of booming music. While their parents were lost in eating the free food. Standing among these food monsters, Faaz was eating the hell out of a cute little chicken. How cruel he can be!? He ate a chicken simply because he was hungry.

“Author, the chicken was already butchered and laid on a silver platter. Even if you created me, I am still eleven years elder than you. So don't Cruel me.” Faaz argued with your cute little, umm.. actually very tall, author. Not even caring I can get him killed.

“Oh really, then why do you write in your bio that you love happy endings?” He again argued with me.

He is forcing me to change my decision.

How about I get him killed? Like right now. Someone mixed poison in his Chicken Kadhai.

“Grow up, author.” He taunted me.

If I was grown up I wouldn't have written you. You are the result of my childishness.

“Yeah, yeah, now let me eat my dinner. You already ate your Veg Biryani which you didn't like at all. So go away.”

Alright, I am going away.

★★★

The corridor of guest rooms was secluded. In one of those rooms, Yara was applying Kohl on her eyes. With this much think Kohl looked like a cat.

“Author, don't you dare call me a cat!”

Okay, how about bitch?

“Readers can see, I mean read, who is being a bitch.” She huffed while folding her arms on her chest angrily.